You and Thomas could only ever be friends, ever since Newt had died he would never look at anyone with the love he did for newt again. it wasn’t as if he had loved newt romantically, he had just grown so used to having him there with him.

You were like Teresa to him. He wanted to love you but it was wrong, he wanted everything to do with you. He wanted to be with you, wanted to marry you! But he couldn’t, not without Newts blessing, it made him feel guilty doing anything without Newt.

“Tommy?”

He heard you calling him but ignored you, only Newt called him that, Newt, he was gone and it was haunting him- it was all his fault he was gone. He was the one to blame. He should’ve been the one to die. Newt didn’t deserve it.

“Tommy?!”

You called him again then decided to look for him. You found him in the corner of the living room- exactly where Newt used to sit- he was reading that letter again. Newts letter. Tears in his eyes.